"Host, you shouldn't have chased out."
Fan Zhiyi didn't respond and chased all the way to the corner. There was a wall in front and no extra way to go.
The lightning illuminated the entire courtyard, which was not that big. Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized that Bing Nandong and the others had set up a barrier for the entire courtyard. How could Gao Da come in without any noise?
At that moment, Fan Zhiyi felt a chill from the soles of his feet. He was so worried that he didn't take his lantern. He was tricked out of the room and had to go back quickly!
Fan Zhiyi calmed himself down, but suddenly a suppressed gasp came from the next room: "You crazy man, at this time... well."
"Oh, you want to kill me again. Fan Zhiyi, who is more crazy than you? Just to save your own life, how much blood is already on your hands? And you still want to imitate that person? Don't you feel disgusted?"
"Disgusting? Can you be as disgusting as me..."
This was followed by more ambiguous panting sounds and some other movements. Fan Zhiyi stared at the closed door with wide eyes. Amidst the thunder, those voices were particularly clear. Fan Zhiyi could recognize that they were from Master Fan and Monk Du.
What was going on? Why was he brought here? Fan Zhiyi felt a little uncomfortable when he heard his name being read out in this environment.
So Master Fan and Monk Du knocked the others unconscious just to do this? Fan Zhiyi still found it a little strange, but eavesdropping on this outside someone else's door made him feel awkward. He decided to hide in the dark and wait and see what happened next.
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi felt something lying on his back, and a cold voice blew into his ears: "Yi Zhifan."
Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to move for a moment. He could clearly sense that the thing was very close to him. If he turned his head slightly, he would definitely have a head-on fight with that guy.
When did this thing come, and why didn't he notice it at all? Fan Zhiyi asked Bai Bai, "Is it a ghost?" He tried to comfort himself by getting a negative answer from Bai Bai.
Bai Bai said: "Host, you ask even though you already know the answer."
"Why didn't he kill me just now?"
"The detection value shows that the opponent is very weak. If it wants to attack the host, it can only resort to mental attack."
Someone had a note with the words "People have three fires" written on it. Fan Zhiyi had also heard that people have three fires. When you are walking on the road in the middle of the night and your name is called, don't look back easily. It seems that this ghost is planning to make him look back and reduce his vitality.
Good, good, he is still a very smart and cunning ghost.
Fan Zhiyi slowly groped for the dagger, but because he had shifted his focus behind him, he didn't notice when the movement in the room had completely stopped.
"Yi Zhifan, Yi Zhifan, Yi Zhifan..." The voice calling him kept changing. Sometimes it was Bing Nandong's voice, sometimes it was Gaoda and Gaoxiao. There was a chill in the voice, and Fan Zhiyi felt as if there was ice on his neck.
He closed his eyes to prevent himself from seeing the scary appearance of the ghost and being taken advantage of. Then he slid the dagger to his side, turned the dagger in his hand, and ran towards the room where all the monks were. As long as he returned to the bed, the barrier set up by Bing Nandong would keep him safe.
But now that he's out, how could this ghost let him go so easily?
In an instant, a strong wind blew, and all the doors and windows slammed. Fan Zhiyi was blown by the wind and fell directly into the room. The moment he fell to the ground, his whole body was in pain. He gritted his teeth and stood up immediately, but found that he had touched something stiff. He turned his head and saw in the dim light that it was the body of Monk Du.
His stomach was ripped open, his face was dark blue, and he died with his eyes open.
The eyes were now staring at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi was startled and immediately moved to the side.
Brother Du was just talking to Master Fan... How could he be dead? Bai Bai sounded the alarm: "Host, please remain calm. Brother Du doesn't look like he just died. It's probably been several hours."
As a modern man, Fan Zhiyi had never seen a dead person, let alone seeing one at such close range. How could he calm down immediately? Not to mention that because of the fall just now, there was a pool of blood on his hair and clothes, which made him even more panicked and frightened.
So, what about that ghost, the one disguised as Monk Du? Where is he now? In this room? When did Monk Du die? The fifth, the sixth? No, only one person can be killed per day. Is this clue also false? No, no, someone died late at night on the fifth day, and then just as the sixth day arrived, a new day, they had another chance to kill. So the clue is correct. So they can't kill themselves now, so they're waiting for the seventh day to arrive.
"Crack, crack," the corpse opposite began to wriggle, and the sound seemed particularly hideous in this quiet room. His hands and feet twisted and stood up, as if he wanted to stand up. Unfortunately, his body was too badly damaged, so it was particularly difficult to complete this action. So he stood on the ground with his hands and feet, his head upside down, staring at Fan Zhiyi, just like the scenes in those horror movies.
Fan Zhiyi looked at this shocking scene, his breathing almost stopped, his hands and feet became weak, his heart was beating fast, and he tightly grasped the dagger given by Bing Nandong. His only hope now was that the male protagonist would not lie to him, and that this dagger and talisman must be effective.
"Brother, I'm not the one who killed you, so let's be reasonable." Fan Zhiyi climbed up the wall behind him and slowly stood up, trying to reach the door.
He licked his cracked lips, his gaze fixed on Monk Du without a moment's relaxation. Monk Du did the same, his pupils gradually moving upwards as Fan Zhiyi moved.
It really is like seeing a ghost. Isn’t this really like seeing a ghost?
Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips tightly, his head a little dizzy from nervousness. "You said you've become a ghost, so you can definitely seek revenge on the ghost that killed you. Don't be afraid of it. If you fight, it may not win. We're all ghosts, what's there to be afraid of?"
"Host, what are you talking about!" Bai Bai shouted in his mind, "What's wrong with you?"
Fan Zhiyi was no longer able to focus on Bai Bai. He tried to move to the door, but the next second, the four-legged corpse crawled towards him at an extremely fast speed.
Damn it! Fan Zhiyi turned aside and stumbled a few steps before hearing a crash behind him. He took the opportunity to run and push the door, but suddenly found it wouldn't open. He kicked it desperately and used the blasting technique he had practiced, but the door remained indifferent.
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